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Captain Kilometers and the Love of Number 8 1 by Damien

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Captain Kilometers and the Love of Number 8 1 by Damien - Folk music cover art

Captain Kilometers and the Love of Number 8 1

Folk

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jonesy grips the wheel before the dawn, faces miles stretching like a yawning sea,
his number 8 hums steady beneath the sky, diesel dreams roll deep in company.
he leaves the clock behind where whistles blow, chasing quiet rivers where no one calls,
pipe-smoke curling in the rearview's gaze, fishing lines cast past rusted walls.
every town a whisper, every turn a new view,
his heart beats steady like the tires on dew.
no more chains, no office floors,
just the open road and forgotten shores.
captain kilometers, riding on a breeze,
number 8’s his compass, steering past the trees.
he fishes where the water’s wide and still,
leaving work behind for a better hill.
oh, jonesy and his pipe, smoke drifting late,
freedom’s found in the stretch of number 8.
mornings crack with stories in the air, lines tug slow beneath clouds unshorn,
he counts each catch, but treasures the calm, the quiet pulse where the earth is worn.
rust in his hands and peace in his eyes, the miles stack invisible like time,
he turned his back on the grinding pace, to find himself between current and rhyme.
every sunset paints his traveled map,
every star a guide for a worn-out cap.
clock hands loosen, the world gets wide,
number 8 hums like a gentle tide.
captain kilometers, riding on a breeze,
number 8’s his compass, steering past the trees.
he fishes where the water’s wide and still,
leaving work behind for a better hill.
oh, jonesy and his pipe, smoke drifting late,
freedom’s found in the stretch of number 8.
there’s no grand parade, no medal’s gleam,
just miles behind the wheel, and the smoke’s slow seam.
a steady breath, a cast line found,
in quiet bends, his soul unbound.
so when the skyline folds beneath night’s quilt,
and the roads are inked with the dusk he built,
there’s a man and his truck, forever in flight,
jonesy’s number 8, fading soft into twilight.
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